The Mark

{A.N} I just wanted to say that from reading this little bit here, it sounds a lot like a book called 'his sleeping Possession'. But it really is nothing like that book so please do not think it is. This tiny chapter was meant to introduce Belle and how she's dealing with the dreams, so all I ask is that you don't comment that it sounds like the other book, as it's not, and if you'd carry on reading you might just find out why(:

~G.L~

Belle sat on the sofa staring at the television screen but not actually paying attention to what was on.

All she could think about were those insanely pleasurable dreams. Dreams of one mysterious black haired, grey eyed man who radiated power and dominance in her sleepless nights.

The way he would hold her in his strong arms while he made love to her in every way that he could would leave her gasping for air every time she jolted awake.

She'd thought about it enough times to know that she has no idea who he is or why She'd suddenly started dreaming about him but Shes now desperate to know him, to feel him, to taste him.

She got of the sofa and made her way up stairs and into the bathroom hoping to some what cool down.

Shutting the bathroom door behind her, Belle rested her hands shoulder width apart on the sink.

These dreams are killing me she thought desperate for something to happen.

She's been left so in need for a man like him, if only he would be real and not just a fantasy in her wildest dreams.

Splashing her face with the cold water, the mysterious, handsome, devilish stranger waltzed into her mind again.

The way he's broad frame would carry her petit one oh so gently, or The way his rough calloused hands would roam her body while his husky yet velvety voice whispered how luscious her skin felt to him in her ear.

How his piercing ash grey eyes would capture her own in an intense gaze that had her breath hitching in her throat and thighs clenching together to stop the mixture of emotions within showing themselves.

His perfectly sculpted cheekbones sitting comfortably on the masterpiece he calls a face and how he's tongue wreaked havoc in her my mouth as his cherry, full lips connected to hers in a fiery kiss.

Shaking her head she snapped out of the lust filled state she'd been enclosed in and dropped onto her bed with a sigh.

How can a man that probably doesn't even exist do so much to me?

She thought relaxing on the soft mattress of the bed hoping tonight he would come back to her and this time, stay.